Just a breathing space away from the world we live in ... a lazy look at the world... and the theater of life.... sometimes cynical...sometimes in wonder
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Nainital hotel regency 1656
Up aof down through oaks pines and cedars nainital appears in a choked road. Amidst the cars a lake appears in ripples of mists and monkeys. Wisps of mist move around like the crooked witch on a broom. Night grows in
No comments:
Post a Comment